I've just given my bankcard to the women behind the table at the flea market when another woman sidles up.
"I'm sorry," says the woman behind the table, pointing at us, to the woman now eyeing us in despair. "They just bought our entire stock of antique bottles, plus the box they're in."
The newcomer picks up the biggest, prettiest pale blue glass bottle, and offers it to us, saying, "I don't suppose I could buy just this one from you?"
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